People don't really get it, do they?
People don't know me more than my name
In my world bounded by the words to be spoken
In my world built by the words left hidden
I want to stop and stop writing
I want to start and start with me speaking
But where is the place someone will listen?
But where is that place more than noises?
One day, that place became visible, you came straight to me
One day, that place has been brought, you sat to listen carefully
Trembling, my lips started the way it have never been
Trembling, my heart began to tell stories, poems from within
How swift you took me away from habits
How easy you taught me to trust for real
You showed me you care and you lend me your ears
You showed me who you are, you're more than ink and paper
Overwhelmed, in your side, my secrets spilled
Overwhelmed, in your side, my fears has been revealed
My life became naked in your eyes, I let you see me through
My life became you and now, you became someone I don't know
You became tired of my words and we became words
You became unreachable of my calls, you've forgotten my voice
How fast my dreams last, how sudden you've turned your back
How fast our times passed, how late I have realized
I thought I have you, for a moment, and I'm alone again
I thought you are here, but why I'm with papers instead
Crumpled papers of my hopes in you and in your ears
Crumpled papers of you, leaving me here
I want to stop writing but where is the place someone will listen?
I want to stop writing but where are you to replace this paper?
Someday, if you want to come back, come back and find me then
Someday, in that day, search me in my papers, like you've first saved me there.